P: For what it’s worth, I think you would make a lovely sheriff, deputy.

B: I believe that myself. But this old man over here won’t rest until he’s in his grave.

R: Quit complainin’. You got a pension, don’t ya? That’s all a man needs.

P: So you’re saying that dedication to your job only represents a dollar figure?

R: Not mine, his.

B: What do you take me for? I spend long hours putting up with your shit for a paycheck? Maybe you’re right. I quit.


Author: Aidan Badinger I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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